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dp - suicide lyrics

rolling the blunt im smoking bow flex that’s loud n-gga
diesel power that’s some sour been high for hours
i got hanna montana rolling she sniffing powder
i found some closure with my exes now they are in my showers
no tuition no school i don’t have sh-t to lose
they pulled the plug on my granny i ain’t know what to do
i started crying when they told me my papa was dying
commiting suicide was in a n-gga eyes
lace them up go ahead walk a mile in my shoes
you b-tch n-ggas will trip up slip up
the gigs up k!ll yourself give up
my old b-tch won’t pick up
my new hoes i pick up
i drop them off i don’t give a f-ck

[hook: capo]
because when you down and out
everybody doubting
they laughing at me
no food in my house
no bread in my pockets
weighing my options
if he got it i’m robbing
now im ducking and dodging
returning my fire
praying for guidance
my girl say she riding
but i don’t think she riding
sometimes a n-gga thought about suicide
sometimes a n-gga thought about suicide

[hook: capo}
and that’s real n-gga sh-t
that’s real n-gga sh-t
and it is what it is
that’s real n-gga sh-t
foreal
cold world so i got to keep my heater close
i got to get this money
that’s the only thing that mean the most
new orleans my city represented until that cascket close
i’m riding around in my city
weed louder than the stereo
i f-cks with real n-gga
dp a real n-gga
i got n-ggas from new orleans florida to virginia
i got n-ggas in the grave
and i promise my dogs a million
so until i see a million im grinding up in that studio

- dp lyrics

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